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Happiness Is a Warm Gun

I used to think that happiness is the end goal. When I was seven years old, Happy Meals were the real deal. No, my parents didn’t bring me to that fast food chain to buy me meals with those red boxes, but I saw children all around me tugging at the shirts of their moms and dads, begging Read more…

Hey, Bulldog!

The Mean Mr. Mustard would like to send words of love to you for dropping by. This blog is where a die-hard Beatlemaniac shares her musings about mundane matters.

Apart from the obvious fact that it is the title of one of The Beatles' songs, the blog was titled as such because people are more likely to take interest in a man's blog than a woman's. People are sexist like that.

Enjoy reading, find a gazillion of references to The Beatles, and see life from the perspective of The Mean Mr. Mustard, a girl (ha! fooled you!) who has fallen head over heels for the four young lads who shook the world and their songs that never get old.